Staring out the window, tears slide soundlessly down her cheeks. So much had happened in such a short time but she has finally been left alone. She had thought that when this moment came, as it always seems to, she would have fallen upon the nearest blade, or at least wailed to the heaven’s above about the injustice of the action. But now that the time had come all she could do was cry a few lonely tears. No screams welled up inside, threatening to explode in a torrent of pain and rage. She stands at the window, staring unseeing down at the courtyard but behind her eyes she replays every stern word, every soft caress, every smile that broke through and caused his face to take on that angelic mien. Every memory is packaged with care into a wooden chest and locked up tight. When every precious moment has been gone through and placed away with care, the door is closed softly, gently and she stares at the void that has been created. A door creakes slowly open behind her and whispered footsteps walk up behind her. Sura…? Please….don’t call me that.……I apologize. Is there anything I can do for you? She turns around, the tears dry now upon her skin; Let me go back to my work in peace. He nods and lets her pass. After her steps fade another enters her room. What are we going to do with her? Will she survive this loss? The man shrugs his shoulders and turns to stare out the window and watches Surasundari walk across the courtyard she was watching just moments ago. We can only hope she will find a way. She lost much when Azai was lost to us and she must find the way herself. I know, I just worry. They shared a bond closer then most. Would it be advantageous to give her to someone else so soon; will it help you think? The man turns and looks hard at the woman standing in front of him, his black eyes boring into her caramel ones. If you had experienced what they had, would you want someone to force you to forget? He turns back to the window, dismissing the woman. As her steps echo away down the hall he looks to the horizon at the storm that caused the problem he was now having to think about, God above, let me be right with this.
Keeper_of_Tales · Sat Mar 01, 2008 @ 03:24am · 0 Comments |